Quotes About Cosmos

I'm a believer. And like I said, I wish I was still an atheist. Believing I was born into a harsh, uncaring cosmos—in which my existence was a random roll of the dice and I was destined to die and rot and then be gone forever—was infinitely more comforting than the truth. Because the truth is that my God is coming back. When he arrives I'll be waiting for him with a shotgun. And I'm keeping the last shell for myself.     A

We disappear as stars do, soundless, without a trace.

I felt like I'd been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine.

It's an audacious thing to build a model of the cosmos. It's exciting how little we know.

In fact, meta- and particle physicists have more in common than one might suppose: both tug, if in slightly different directions, at the knots which hold the cosmos together, both look beyond the immediate world of sense perception into one where cause can only be deduced from effect - a quark is as invisible as an angel; both are confronted by Manichaean polarities - miracles and black magic, cheap energy versus total destruction.

We are all burnt by ultraviolet rays. We all contain water in about the same ratio as Earth does, and salt water in the same ratio that the oceans do. We are poems about the hyperobject Earth.

Wir kommen uns klein vor unter den Sternen, aber paradoxerweise fühlen wir uns mehr bei uns. Wir sind, wer wir sind.

We feel small under the stars, yet paradoxically we feel more ourselves. We are who we are.

In the beginning there was the Word. Not, perhaps, the most auspicious start for a cosmos; because once you have a Word, sooner or later you find you've also got an annoying Paperclip, and little wriggly red lines like tapeworms under all the proper nouns, and then everything freezes solid and dies. This last stage is known to geologists as the Ice Age, and one can't help thinking that it could've been avoided if only the multiverse had been thoroughly debugged before it was released.

Gelos is the only force in the cosmos who stands between the gods and total universal domination, because only laughter and a sense of the absurd makes it possible for human beings to dismiss the gods as a figment of the imagination; whereas if Gelos ever finds a hero brave and strong enough to protect him from the gods, he will be able to rule the whole

There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.

The whole universe is a complex of rhythms, mused Amanda. We each of us feel a need to identify our bodily rhythms with those of the cosmos. The sea is the grand agency of rhythm. The grain-tops in the wind, the atoms that orbit are rhythmic. The uterus, which is a strong muscular organ, contracts with the birth of a baby - the rhythmic contractions, in fact, are the important motivations for the baby to emerge into the world. Rhythm is how it all begins.

Was he becoming paranoid? No. At least not when compared to Skeeter Washington, who, admiring the stars one evening on the deck of Poe's boat, was heard to say, If the universe be expanding, they gotta be something chasing it.

What is the 'direction' of the Earth in its journey; where are the atoms 'going' when they spin?

Fifty-five crystal spheres geared to God's crankshaft is my idea of a satisfying universe. I can't think of anything more trivial than quarks, quasars, big bangs, and black holes.

The sun and the moon shared the horizon in a distant friendship, each unfazed by the other.

Nevertheless, remembering how the curate described what existed before creation, Scully saw dark matter out there, thick, unknowable, aching to made into a world.

You know how a star is supposed to twinkle? We say twinkle because that is how it looks, but when a star feels itself, it's not a twinkle, it's more like a throb. Star throbs. Over and over and over. Like this. Stars just throb and throb and throb and sometimes, when they can't throb anymore, when they can't hold it anymore, they fall out of the sky.

Wittgenstein once said: the mystery is, why does the universe exist at all?

Y solo por amor se extingue una estrella, si ha elegido libremente su final.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

Life is less a miracle than a necessity for matter and energy